wolvescried

[wolvescried]

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☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

i. it’s supposed to be something of a movie moment, where seven-year-old ezra park kneels at the edge of his bed, fingers clasped tightly in prayer, head bowed down. the parks aren’t religious, not really; but he’d felt as if he needed this one moment to pray. “hi, god, it’s me, ezra,” he whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “i’ve got a cousin coming over and i just wanna pray that they’re good. you know i don’t have siblings and i’d really like someone like that, you know? send me an angel, god, please. thank you.”

nothing prepares him for the kind of person hayoung park is.

ii. there’s an unspoken agreement between them: don’t speak to me, and i won’t speak to you. granted, it seems a little too extreme for cousins who live in the same city, but really, they can’t stand each other. he’s nine and forced to sit across her at the dinner table, eyes looking anywhere other than at her. ezra wonders, for a brief moment, what it’d be like to ‘accidentally’ fling a spoonful of gojuchang at her, just to see how her reaction would be. but his attention is drawn away by the next course coming in, and the thought fades as quickly as it came in.

iii. he’s seen addie verver at her house a couple of times, when his parents force him to run errands, pick things up from their house and come home with them. the way hadley acts in front of people other than him makes his stomach roll; because really, the worst thing is that people actually believe her silly façade. she’s a good actress, sure, but ezra is genuinely convinced she is the devil incarnate, and her secrets will spill soon. he passes by her room when he picks things up from his uncle’s places, addie laying on her bed absentmindedly. he has half the mind to step in and divulge every evil thing her best friend has done to him, and stay long enough to watch the carnage unfold. but he has no reason to believe she’ll believe him, not when her cousin is so much closer to her.

as he steps away, he locks eyes with hadley. they don’t say anything.

iv. lying shouldn’t come so easily to people, especially not someone like ezra park. but there’s a party the night before the sat, and he knows that if he doesn’t show up, the senior year that follows will be anything but remarkable. so he sneaks out, dressed so he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb and alert anyone to him. he’s having a good time when he sees her in the crowd, eyes on him, blazing with fury and a hellish smirk on his lips. he knows she’s going to tell on him. but her attention changes when a pretty girl approaches her, that smile turning soft, and ezra watches them head upstairs. he wants to follow them and make sure she doesn’t tattle, but it’s getting late and he’d rather not risk his chances. whatever lie she can try and cook up, he can do better. it’s a park family thing.

v. ezra watches her with a scowl on his lips, arms crossed and lower lip jutting out as he slumps on the couch. he doesn’t want to talk to her, doesn’t want to be part of the conversation where both sets of parents compliment hadley on whatever academic victory she’s got this time; and all ezra gets in return are vacant smiles and a ‘that’s good, sweetie.’ it’s patronizing and he hates it, almost as much as he hates these family dinners. he thinks, again, about how nice it would be to go up to them and go, “oh, everyone! did you know hadley was plotting some devilish scheme? she’s a weed!” and have them believe him. what a victory.

in this instance, he is cassandra. no one would believe him.

vi. it’s late at night and he’s got a pounding headache from researching so much for his recommended reading. ezra lays in bed, notebooks splayed all around him as he closes his eyes. his headphones are playing whatever’s on his daily mix, and he’s finally about to head to sleep when his phone starts beeping multiple times. he groans as he sits up, hand fumbling around for the device. he rubs his eyes, blinking a few times before the bleariness clears away. it takes a while for the message to process, something about family matters and how he needs to get hadley out and to her house as soon as possible. it’s not often that they call family emergencies, so this has to be serious. ezra stumbles out of bed and pulls on a jacket, shoving his wallet and keys into his pocket. he pushes his headphones down to his neck and slips out of the dorm, his phone hovering over her name in his contacts, and he sighs. he wonders if she’ll decline his call because it’s him. she better not.

when she picks up, he exhales a sigh of relief. “hadley. don’t hang up the phone or i swear i’ll start yelling out your window — you need to come down now. family matters or some shit. i’ll meet you at your dorm entrance.”

[wolvescried]

emiliehqs‌:

emilie was worried, sure. they had been stuck in an old barn she had only seen through beer goggles a few times. she should have known there would have been a catch when she read that stupid threatening text, supposedly from addie. she never let let life get dull, even in death. “i wouldn’t say never. i mean, sure it seems like that now.” she muttered, trying not to freak herself out. “but at least we have about a dozen testosterone overloaded gentlemen trying to bust through the door. that’s entertaining.” she shrugged.

ezra had always been a dramatic kid, always in the habit of exaggerating things out of proportion just to give the nudge of pity he wanted. but in a situation where everyone needed help, he worried that he wouldn’t be noticed. “this place just gives me the creeps,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “half of me thinks we’ll be okay in the morning or whatever but the other half is just... nah, for all we know it could be a horror movie. that’s what it seems like.” he glanced at the people she’d mentioned, trying to stifle a laugh. “yeah. i’m just waiting until they realize it’s useless.”

[wolvescried]

☪,✿

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 9:36 am ] how badly should someone stuff their face with footlong meatball subs until i forget him?? asking for a friend UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 1:21 am ] hE’S HHEEERRe OH GDO WHTA DO I DOOOOO SUNNY PLES gte me OOT UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 4:12 pm ] do u think i’m a bad friend/student?? i just deleted all of my groupmate’s work bc she called me an attention seeker and i really hated that UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 7:44 pm ] sometimes i remember when we dated for fun way back when and wonder if we actually stuck it out?? might have saved us from fuckin heartbreak UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 12:58 am ] i’m seeing someone. i don’t know if you’ll approve but i’ve never told anyone but oh my god sunny i’ve been so happy lately i might explode UNSENT

[ outgoing: sunshine ☀️ 12:40 pm ] ur lunchtime reminder that i love u most ❤️❤️❤️

☪  five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

i. they’re in elementary when they first meet, sunlight streaming through the windows as he steps in. he waves goodbye, tightening his fingers around the straps of his backpack. the day, he feels, goes by fairly smoothly until they’re asked to partner up; and ezra, being the social butterfly, turns to ask people if they’d like to be his partner. but they’re all too fast, and he seems to be the one left behind. he’s about to sink into a corner and cry when a girl comes towards him, asks him to be partners. he jumps up excitedly, and almost reaches for the girl’s hands. “thank you!” he says, beaming. “you’re the coolest. i’m ezra.”

ii. “i’m not holding your hand, sunny,” he insists, sticking his nose in the air. ezra, age ten, had been told that girls had what they called cooties, though he isn’t exactly sure what it is. (and okay, he’s a few years late, but no one tells him that.) “you’re my best friend and all, but the boys in the bathroom say that have girls have cooties. whatever it is.” this is hard because ezra’s a hugger, and he’s believed that every inch of his body is made for hugs, hand holding, that kind of thing. but he also wants to be cool, so the kids stop making fun of his pudgy cheeks or how his hair makes him look like he stuck his finger in a socket. and because he’s so full of hugs and love, his fingers accidentally brush against sunny’s. it takes him ten seconds to realize why the other boys are staring at him, and then — right. “oh!” he cries, dramatically falling to the floor. “i’ve been struck! by cooties! my soul is leaving my body!”

that afternoon, his parents march him over to the knox’s, with a box of chocolates and a very carefully thought-out apology which he, in true ezra park fashion, announces in a way that would have shakespeare rolling in his grave.

iii. they’re thirteen and sitting on ezra’s bed, resting comfortably on his star wars sheets, and he’s nervous. they’re listening to the radio and he hears that one rihanna song about california and king beds, the one he’s been shamelessly rewinding on his ipod. “hey, sunny, you ever think of your first kiss or some crap like that?” he blurts out. “’cause... i don’t know. everyone keeps talking about it and i just... wonder.” he’s never had his yet — because cheek kisses definitely don’t count — and if it’s possible, he’d like it to be with someone he cares about. he doesn’t know where to put his hands: he reaches out for hers, fingertips touching hers, before they rest on his lap. 

“but anyway, it’s stupid, right?” an awkward chuckle follows, and right after he speaks, the song on the radio changes.

iv. they’re in their ‘dating’ phase and ezra still isn’t sure where to put his hands. it feels weird having sunny as his girlfriend when she’s his best friend first and foremost; he loves her but not in the way people (read: his parents) thought. it takes them a while before they actually change from gripped hands to intertwined fingers, though there are still moments where he takes her by the hand or wrist. take for example, this one date they’re on, where they both reach into the popcorn tub at the same time. ezra, always the taker, scoops up a handful of popcorn, only to feel that he’s grabbed sunny’s wrist instead. thank god for the dim lighting of the cinema, because his face is beet red when he realizes his grip’s a little too hard and a little too eager. “sorry, sunny,” he says with an awkward chuckle, dropping her wrist gently and waiting for her to get her fill before taking his.

v. overabundance of party streamers aside, ezra decides prom night isn’t so bad. he hasn’t spilled anything over the fancy suit his parents had bought him just for this, and there’s two more hours to go, so he considers that a victory. he’s a little high on sugar from the punch, so he’s jumping around all the time, but of course a slow song comes along and he finds himself shouting over the music just to ask sunny to dance. first he reaches for her hand, but stops himself to laugh, because that’s just not how they do it. instead, he places his hands on her waist, gently, a big smile on his face.

vi. college? a whole other ball game. “this is, like, it,” he says, ever the philosopher as they sit in the quad, the sun hanging in the sky. “it’s weird, i’m not scared or anything. but i’ll be counting down the days until i inevitably fuck it all up.” he’d rather not wait for it, not when he’s trying his damndest to figure it out, but he’ll get through it. hopefully. a teasing smile on his face, ezra reaches over to slide his fingers in between sunny’s, gently patting the top of her hand with his free one. “but you’ll be okay. i know you will, sunny. if anyone can get through this, it’s you, and you better believe it.”

[wolvescried]

riivvcrs‌:

if river had known he was gonna die in a musty old barn he would have lived his life differently… he wasn’t sure how he would’ve bettered his life…sucked more dick, maybe? he wasn’t sure- he couldn’t think straight, the smell of hay and rotting wood seeping into his brain through his unimaginably thick skull driving him half insane. so he decided to accept his fate, rather than try to spiderman out of the place- that kind of clownery could wait until they were a good fifteen hours in. he had found a spot in the middle of the barn, and lay down on his back, spread eagle, waiting for addie or god or whatever to take him. “kill me,” ever overdramatic and attention seeking- “just fucking kill me. but get me off before, i dont wanna be full of nut when i stroll up to the pearly gates.”

was ezra convinced he was probably going to die here, surrounded by chaos? most definitely. would he be thinking of sex in his last few moments? hell no. he still had maybe three more existential crises to go before he could even consider wailing about all the things on his bucket list that he couldn’t do. and maybe if he tried hard enough, he would be able to squeeze out some crocodile tears before exhaling his last breath. he popped a piece of gum in his mouth, focusing on chewing out the flavor when he noticed river on the floor, raising his eyebrows in surprise. was he for real? he could be. ezra managed to squeeze out one sad, tiny tear out of his eye before he stepped towards him, adding in a sniffle for dramatic effect. “dude, hate to burst your bubble but i doubt anyone’s thinking of sucking you off right now.”

[wolvescried]

choiriin‌:

rin saw this coming, and she came prepared. if someone knew addie well, it was her old best friend. she didn’t expect to find so many other people in the barn, yet she wasn’t so surprised they were all stupid enough to believe they would stay here for just an hour. rin’s backpack was filled to the brim as if she was going camping - she even made sure to carry her bigger one, complete with enough food and water and even a pillow. she didn’t know how long she’d stay here, but it was better to be safe than sorry. 

she sat in the corner of the barn, watching in amusement as people attempted to break open the door, popping a chip in her mouth. “so stupid.” she chuckled, then looked at the person beside her. she continued to eat like she was sat in a theater and raised an eyebrow at them. “you don’t really believe they could break open that door, huh? someone will dislocate their arm before that could happen.” 

trust in ezra to initially get suspicious of things, then proceed to ignore his gut and walk right into a death trap. it was probably a testament to how his life seemed to work out, almost always dumb enough to see the warning signs in front of him. one hour inside a barn wasn’t bad, but an indefinite time? that was stress-inducing. apparently addie, whether she was cackling in her grave or not, seemed hell-bent on giving all of them a time. but why him? surely the worst of what he’d done, whatever that was, wasn’t enough to warrant this kind of hell.

he slunk down next to someone with a bag of chips, the smell making his stomach grumble. if anything, her reaction to it was funny, almost like a meme in real life. “i mean, not to put, like, zero lack of faith on our troopers,” he started, pursing his lips. “but farmers build big, heavy doors so the cows don’t come knocking in and out like office workers. they’d need, way more than manpower to bust it open.”

[wolvescried]

absentlcver‌:

lex’s head was propped up by a fist as he absentmindedly stared off. he’d come to the library with the intention of studying. like, for real studying that might actually make a difference. but then he got there and the motivation slowly dwindled as he began to forget what the appeal was of studying to begin with. he doesn’t mind crowded places generally, but with books and laptops scattered about he suddenly liked them a lot less. even as someone spoke to him, he remained in a daze, until he recognized the voice. lex glanced down at the chair, and back to him, before his brows furrowed. “well, i don’t see anyone sitting there, and i’m guessing you don’t see anyone sitting there, so…” he shrugged, gesturing to the chair now too. he was outright staring at ezra now, instead of minding his business and getting back to studying like he should’ve been. sometimes he forgets just how hot a person is until they’re there in front of him. “studying, huh?” was his brilliant way into the conversation. 

if given the chance to sit in front of lex moon or the devil himself, ezra would have chosen the devil. at least it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face. “ha ha,” he said dryly. “always so charming, aren’t you?” avoiding the boy’s eyes, he took extra steps in trying to move the chair as quietly as he could, glancing around so he knew whether or not he disturbed anyone. he slung his backpack over the chair and pulled his laptop and notebook out, resting his cheek on his palm as he flipped through his notes. “mhm.” his tone was dry, and he was still fighting the urge to look up at lex. “i have a paper on intercultural communication that’s due at the end of the week.” he didn’t mention how he basically took the hour-long class to squeeze in extra nap time, a situation which he should have known was going to fuck him up. great. he peered over his laptop screen, raising a brow. “and you’re... doing what?”

[wolvescried]

☁

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

i. sometimes people were like puzzles, and ezra was drawn to them like a moth to a flame. he’s seen the girl around, hovering around the restaurant his family’s been going to ever since it opened up. he’s sixteen and wondering what it’d be like to love someone, and if it was ever possible to come in the form of her. she’s just a stranger, of course, but he can’t help but wonder. his fingers drum against the table as he and his parents wait for their order, and for a split second, their eyes meet from across the restaurant. he is the first to look away.

ii. college, as it turns out, becomes the place where you seem to know everyone. ezra knows the girl in one of the windows of the art building, though he’s never really talked to her before. he thinks that maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll get to put a name to the face. his opportunity comes when he sees her at a party, lazing across someone’s sofa and talking to someone. when they leave her alone, he awkwardly tightens his grip on his beer, and takes a deep breath. he steps forward, but her friend is back. it’d be rude for him to butt into their conversation, so he moves away again. another time, maybe.

iii. he finally gets his chance a few weeks later, but he still feels awkward. jo becomes a mystery he’s eager to crack, hot and cold with the way she reacts to him. but the more they revolve in each other’s circles, the more he has reason to believe they’ll get closer. while he’s shopping for his cousins’ christmas gifts in korea, ezra comes across a doll that seems to look just like her: blonde hair, big eyes, a heart-shaped face. he stops, peering forward to take a quick snap of the photo. when he gets home, he has half the mind to send it to her, see what she thinks of it; but he stops, and closes the app. they’re not that close yet.

iv. what do you do when you’re faced with a problem? usually, you figure out how to solve it so it’s over and done with. and while ezra is more than reconsidering his plan of action here, he’s never done too well with impulse control. but hey, he figured he’d ask. he tries to rehearse the words he says in his head over and over again like the dorky sidekick of an 80′s teen movie: han, you coming to this one party i heard about? we could, like, go together. i mean i could drive you there and shit. maybe we could pregame at your place. the more he thinks about it, the more it sounds stupid to him. he finally arrives at thayer hall with the intention of knocking on jo’s door, but he reconsiders. he stands for a little too long and the r.a. is asking him for who he’s looking for, but instead ezra lets out a small smile and a shake of his head. “no one, sorry,” he lies. it’s so smooth he almost believes it himself. “i don’t think they’re in today.”

v. smoke curls out of his lips as he lies on his childhood bed, the window popped open so the smell of weed doesn’t fill the room. if there’s one less thing he wants his parents to worry about, it’s him cruising through college partially stoned. his family dinner’s only two hours away, but with the way he’s pleasantly mellowed out, he’s reconsidering the nap he’d originally thought of having. instead he pulls out his boots and heads off, thinking a drive would be a much better way to clear his head. he’s cruising through the streets of raleigh when he spots a familiar figure a few feet away, perusing through the shops that line downtown. he rolls down the window as he pulls up at a stoplight, sticking his head out. half of his mind tells him to yell out to her, the other half is telling him to get a move on because the light’s turned green again, and he has to go. he ducks back in, and drives, the sounds of car horns much louder than he’s used to.

vi. he’s paying off his dealer behind the back alley of one of the college bars he frequents, shoving the baggie into his pocket. the wind bites his chubby cheeks and his nose is turning red from the bitter cold. ezra trudges into the bar to get some warmth, and after a glass or two of beer he's pleasantly buzzed. he gets an idea and whips out his phone, fingers still shaking slightly from the cold. “fucking hell,” he mutters, shaking his head. there’s only one person he can think of that might do this with him, and it takes another half-glass for him to send a text: yo, jo. got a new baggie and it’s the night after the birthday and i know it’s fuckin crazy but would u maybe wanna smoke some of it atop the observatory??? i know it’s cold as shit but like. it’s always good smokin w u. let me know, i’m here at the bar. u know the one.

[wolvescried]

emiliehqs‌:

emilie took a deep sigh, her eyes falling shut. it had been about two hours since they had realized the door was locked. at first emilie thought the others were joking. she had stayed near the back of the group. several of her friends had tried to shove their way out (or in jo’s case - punch her way out) and she had quickly realized it was useless. she shuffled to the floor, her small backpack next to her. she had her usual - a book, a sweater, her water bottle (with a little over half left) and her homework. she ran a nervous hand through her hair, her eyes shut tight. how the hell had she wound up here? she felt someone sink down on to the floor next to her. “given up on getting out?” she questioned, her eyes focused on the pink nail polish on her fingertips.

not that he wanted to sound dejected or dramatic, but ezra was genuinely sure this was the beginning of a horror movie, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be the first to die — or whatever. he wasn’t like the other people, desperate to find a way out; if only for the fact that he didn’t actually know how much time had passed. his phone had decided to die a few moments after he’d stepped in, and from that point on, time seemed to stretch out for way longer. he caught himself staring at the people who were trying to push the door open, and he sighed to himself. he sunk down next to emilie, shrugging. “more like i’ve accepted the likelihood of never getting out of here alive.”

[wolvescried]

[wolvescried]

moonrivier‌:

rosalie  was  awfully  quiet,   brows  furrowed  and  lips  pressed  into  a  thin  line  as  she  was  deep  in  her  own  thoughts.     she  decided  to  sit  somewhere  in  the  back  of  the  barn,   trying  to  make  sense  the  situation  whilst  also  observing  those  around  her  from  a  safe  distance.     after  all,   it  didn’t  happen  too  often  that  she  was  woken  up  by  a  text  from  her  supposedly  dead  little  sister.     with  a  small  sigh  falling  from  her  lips  she  grabbed  her  purse,   searching  for  the  pack  of  gum  she’d  tossed  in  there  a  couple  of  days  ago.     seeing  there  were  only  two  left,   she  turned  to  the  person  closest  to  her  and  offered  them  a  hesitant  smile.     ‘     d’you  want  one     ?     i  know  it’s  not  a  fancy  meal  or  anything,   but  i  reckon  it’s  better  than  nothing.     ’

ezra didn’t know what the hell was happening tonight, nor did he have the energy to do so. this was just all so confusing to him, and he was tired. never mind the fact that there was a reading he still had to finish or the monthly family dinner he never looked forward to, he just wanted to get out. he moved towards the back of the barn, with the full intent to just sleep until this was all over. but to his surprise, the hay beneath him was itchy, scratching against his jeans. he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a small huff when he heard the voice next to him. “hm?” he looked at her and nodded, smiling slightly. “sure. thanks.”

[wolvescried]

simonkxng‌:

“Ezra? Whoa hey!” He speaks, smiling at him as the drink was handed his way. Now, Simon didn’t drink milk tea due to the fact nine times out of ten it didn’t agree with his stomach but he wasn’t going to turn it down as the other looked like he was in a rush to hand it off to someone. “Thank you!” He says with cheer in his voice, pretending to drink it from the straw, “Tastes… delicious.”

ezra watches eagerly, hoping and praying that he doesn’t outright reject his offer. and when he doesn’t, he smiles, bright and wide. “really? good!” he takes a sip of his own milk tea and furrows his eyebrows together, chewing on boba before he speaks. “i kind of had to guess on the flavor, but i’m glad it’s to your liking. it’d be a real shame if i picked the wrong one, you know? or if it was secretly gross all this time and i didn’t know.”

[wolvescried]

scftheels‌:

she was only there because of addie. god, even in death, that girl was a pain in her ass, controlling her every move and watching over her shoulder to see how she was doing. now they locked the fucking doors, no way out, and hadley was stuck in a disgusting, crowded barn with only half a bottle of water that she’d hidden in her purse. no idea what those vultures would do when they got thirsty or hungry, and she wasn’t keen on finding out. “now, everyone,” she called out over the noise. “there is no need to panic. i’m sure we can find a way out of here, right? and even if we don’t, people will start looking for us if we’re missing long. it’ll be fine!” there. the calm, friendly leader people expected her to be. 

ezra should have known going to the barn was a bad idea. but being stuck in an old, decrepit barn with a group of people he knew couldn’t get worse — until it did. the doors were locked and they were all stuck, and all ezra had to go on were sticks of gum and a small pack of biscuits that may or may not have been slightly crushed. as he heard his cousin’s voice, clear as day against the commotion, he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. he walked over to her, crossing his arms over his chest. “wow, you almost got me convinced we’re gonna make it out alive,” he hissed. “want an award for your oscar-worthy acting?”

[wolvescried]

a starter for @ofenimgas !

“mr. han, this is so good,” ezra says, a big smile on his face as he samples the new dish on the menu. his cheeks are puffed up, showing slight hints of his eyes from beneath them. it’s like clockwork to him, coming over just to see what new foods they have for him to try. really, at this point his enthusiasm may seem like overkill (and okay, sometimes it is) but he does love the food at the restaurant. it’s a place where they always pay attention to him and don’t mind as much if he talks for too long — if they do, they don’t show it. it’s perfect. he finishes the last of his dish when he sees a familiar blonde enter the shop, making him wave his hand in the air. “jo! hey!” he quickly uses his free hand to wipe his mouth before sitting up straight, using both hands now to wave to her.

[wolvescried]

a starter for @svnmae !

it’s apparently a very ezra thing to show up unannounced to places, especially if it concerns his friends and whatever spontaneous plans he can think up. said spontaneous plans for today are something very artistic, though he’s not quite sure what he can do. he’s not exactly a prodigy like some of his friends; if anything, he’s the complete opposite. but hey, if he can attempt to do something without looking like a total mess, that’s his goal accomplished. he spots mae coming out of the art building, tapping on their shoulder. “mae, hey! you’re just the person i’m looking for.” his grin would probably make them believe otherwise, but it’s a genuine one. “but only if i won’t be taking up too much of your time.”

[wolvescried]

a starter for @truthhcrts !

“y’know that really annoying nursery rhyme?” ezra says, lips pulled into a frown as he flips through the book his mother had recommended reading to him. “will you be, like, teaching kids nursery rhymes? wait, no, you’re doing elementary, right?” he shakes his head, taking the time to mumble out the words printed on the page. “that wouldn’t be right.” he runs a hand through his hair and peeps at the title, finally closing it and placing it next to him. “anyway, i think this book my mom’s making me read sounds a little too much for me. she knows i don’t read that much.” he sits up to face minki, pulling his laptop close to him. he opens it up. “you know something? i’ve never seen the exorcist. that shit gives me the creeps, but, like, i have it here on my laptop. we should watch it right now. drop whatever you’re doing and c’mere,” he says, patting his bed.

[wolvescried]

a starter for @hcneylcves !

“sunshine!” ezra’s voice rings through the quad as he tries to calls out to his best friend, who’s slowly getting farther and farther away from him. he’s stumbling to get up from the grass, one arm slinging his backpack over his shoulder. he falls over once and that gains everyone’s attention, but is back on his feet immediately just so he can dash to sunny. he wraps her in a back hug, holding on tight so they don’t teeter off-balance. “whoa, whoa!” he says, laughing. he steadies them first, letting go so he can walk alongside her. “hey, okay, so, please tell me that you’re not busy tonight, because i may or may not have signed up for karaoke night.” he pauses for dramatic effect. “the bad thing? i did not know disney night was tonight and i need someone to help me power through twenty renditions of let it go. please say you’ll come.”

[wolvescried]

a starter for @absentlcver !

ezra didn’t usually stay at the library to study — he preferred any of the nearby cafe next to his building, a firm believer in the productivity power of noise. but he’d already gone there for lunch, and he’s sure the manager of the shop is tired of hearing him blabber about the import rate of coffee beans from different countries. plus he’s sure the librarian despises him. but hey, here he is, trying to find a spot to sit down. it’s unusually packed, and he’s desperate to actually get to doing the paper he’s evaded for a few days now. he goes all the way up to the top floor, but the place is still full. he regrets waiting a full six and a half minutes waiting in line of his smoothie when he spots an empty seat, only to sigh when he sees who he’d be sitting across. biting his lip, he makes his way there, gesturing to the chair in front of him. “’scuse me,” he says, clearing his throat. “this seat taken?”